Page 79 of Dirty Saint

When my orgasm was over, he started to pull back, but I stopped him.

“Lick it up, and don’t you dare fucking swallow,” I said, throwing his earlier words back at him.

He licked his glistening lips and grinned at me before he did as I asked, licking me with a flat tongue from my hole to my clit. I hissed at the sensitivity, and then I leaned forward and pinched his cheeks between my fingers.

I suddenly understood his desire to see his cum in my mouth because I wanted to see mine in his.

“Show me. I want to see my cum on your tongue.”

He stuck his tongue out and showed me the cream slathering his tongue. Like he had done before, I stuck my finger in his mouth and made him suck it. Something dark and demanding uncurled inside me, pressing me to do more, but I knew I couldn’t. I wouldn’t let him leave me hanging again.

I needed to get away before things went further. I wasn’t sure what we were doing, and I wasn’t about to fuck Koah so that he could call me his friend right afterward. There was a difference between letting him eat my pussy and having him stick his cock inside me. Allowing him inside meant more because I knew the minute he entered me, he would own me. I couldn’t let that happen until I knew we were on an even playing field.

“Okay, that’ll do,” I said, moving away and dropping my skirt around my thighs.

I could hardly believe I had gone to The Strip in a skirt and no panties, but I had plans, and easy access was necessary.

I turned and walked away, but he reached out and snatched my wrist in his tight grip before I could get far.

“What the fuck, Tori?”

Someone didn’t like to be left hanging.

Good.

He needed to know what it felt like.

“What’s the problem?” I asked innocently.

He scanned my face, looking for something.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what? People are waiting for me.” I pointed toward the side of the building.

“Fuck those people. Stay here with me for a bit.”

I chuckled. “Don’t get clingy, Koah. We’re just friends, right?”

All things he had said to me before.

Anger flashed through his expression, and his lips tightened.

“You’re mad at me,” he stated matter of factly.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

“What gave it away?”

Confusion filled his expression, and he lost his fingers in his hair. “I don’t understand. What changed?”

Everything had changed. My feelings. My hate. My past. My present. And it was all because of him.

“You leaving me hanging in the bathroom and taking off might have had something to do with it.”

He shook his head and exhaled loudly.

“We both know it’s for the best. It doesn’t matter how badly I want you; it’s wrong. Not only because of the history between us, but…”

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